#level 4

[grasqurt]

[djjang-ut]

sweet lie : 달콤한 거짓

This dream is yours.

✧✧✧  ✧✧✧  

드림이라고 부르지만 꿈이라는 뜻도 있어서 하는 말장난. 저 무대의 존재의의는  크로스의 행복이라고 생각할 수도 있고, 그저 크로스를 속이기 위해 만들어진 거라고도 볼 수도 있어서 제법 많은 망상을 할 수 있어요 

[nogacheloveka-blog]

The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №9

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

I encountered an organization called "To Be Determined". It inspired me to create this drawing. In this organization, there are 6 people who trade highly nonfunctional and peculiar items. I immediately imagined it as a shop run by lost Temmies (Flowey and Bob) from different AUs within Backrooms.

I noticed that there aren't that many prepared posts about bad guys in the backrooms - maybe two or three more. A couple of weeks ago, I started a new job and haven't been drawing much.

I think these posts about bad guys will be once a week, on Saturdays.

Please wish me inspiration =)

The new rooms were similar to Level 0 in their structure. Clusters of office rooms, with and without office furniture. But now there was a pleasant addition in the form of windows. The closed door of the previous place, as before, disappeared behind them when they passed through it. Nightmer seemed calmer without the negative water supply. (Again, being able to clearly distinguish the auras of his wards was definitely pleasant)

After some wandering, Nightmare sensed another presence nearby. Within seconds, everyone heard a distant

“HOOOOY!”

This exclamation certainly wasn’t what Nightmare wished to hear, yet if these were Temmies (or something like them), then they might provide information — even though their brains seemed similar to confetti made of narcotic flakes.  At the same time, the place where the Tems might live cannot be too dangerous.

Following the sound, the group found themselves in a medium-sized office room. Soft bean bag chair (Error felt nostalgic for Antivoid) and strange objects, presumably for sale alongside an old cardboard box, occupied one corner. Something resembling Flowey danced as if trapped in an animation loop near merchandise, becoming slightly animated upon seeing customers. Two monsters dressed similarly to Temmies sat nearby. Bob stood apart, his expression frozen, suggesting he had eaten Temmie Flake.

As it turned out later, two more monsters from this group were missing, busy gathering supplies and goods for the little shop. They all seemed to come from different AUs.

Here were also computers, many of which were operational. They tried to access the Undernet and various sites. They couldn't. Instead, they entered a sort of knowledge base. A local Wikipedia or something similar. The browser already contained open tabs, but they couldn't open new ones - there was no network connection. Someone had left the browser open, he took the equipment with him. And, oh, it seemed they had found gold while looking for copper: by reading the text, they understood that the author of the notebook was making notes from this knowledge base. This was easy to understand by the style. There were about a hundred open tabs: items and entities, but mostly levels. From the amount of new information, their heads were spinning. Some levels were described in an unusual way, requiring attention to details to extract additional information. And nothing about exiting from here. There were levels-dead ends, levels-traps, but nothing about a real exit from here.

However, on the other hand, it became evident that there weren't many people in the Backrooms, and they moved individually due to the nature of how many levels was work. Almost everything here seemed to be trying to kill them. But it appeared that not even the dimension-killer could do anything against their DETERMINATION.

Temmies struggled to provide clear answers regarding humans; instead, they simply told strangers, "Temmies too pieople," and strangers treating them like quirky yet harmless folks. How could such a system work? Perhaps these humans were slightly mad. Or perhaps very tolerant towards others' differences. Either way, avoiding contact would be wise.

The presence of monsters in these places brought some comfort. The Bad Guys weren't the only ones who had a rough time. That was good. But the fact that some other monsters they encountered were distorted beyond recognition - like the Smilers - raised serious concerns. It was nerve-wracking.

While Error, Cross, and Dust were exploring the local equivalent of the internet, others used the suddenly freed-up time for themselves. For example, they tried to trade. They all had some amount of monster gold and items to exchange, which Temmies agreed to accept. Horror bought a "Strange Amulet," sweets, and some food to diversify their diet. Almond Water was certainly good, but it was getting boring, and they never tried to cook Greasy Marshmallow. Considering the amulet useless for himself, Horror gave it to Dast.

Strange Amulet ATK: 10 DEF: 10 Made from butterflies in the stomach. It smells of hopes and dreams turned to dust. Allows forming new friendships.

Killer bought numerous boxes of Temmi Flake and Flowey Seeds, several paint cans, and countless small parts of mechanisms along with some mysterious steel scraps, strange red shavings - it seemed he enjoyed them. He also tried planting grass, but Horror stopped him.

Temmie Flake Restores 1–10 HP and sanity *represented by cut yellow wallpaper soaked in Almond Waters

Flowey Seeds Restore 10 HP *represented by seeds coated in Greasy Marshmallow

Nightmare didn't particularly need any products, but somehow excitedly Temmies looked at his tentacles (too much positivity) and offered a discount. Eventually, he purchased a notebook containing maps of certain stable levels from them. Unfortunately, those maps were unsigned. Since he wasn't sure if damaging traders would be beneficial, he decided to go the honest route this time around. After all, merchants held a special status across worlds.

The group stopped at this location for a couple days to record all the information from the site that could be useful to them. It turned out that sequential exploration of levels was only possible up to level 12. Beyond that, entrances and exits from levels led randomly, and any movement scheme resembled a pot of spaghetti. But in theory, they needed to explore this entire pot to find a way home. There were levels that looked like a one-way ticket, empty, unexplored, strange, surreal, remote, and destroyed. Overall, they could work with this.

Temmies didn't mind their company. Soon returned two departed collectors - underfell!Temmie and Temmie in "Temm Armor". They were surprisingly normal compared to the other merchants and shared some information:

People here can also be dangerous just like Fallen Child of Dungeons;

Many who live outside bases and settlements are mad to varying degrees especially those who haven’t drunk Almond Water for long;

Monsters can safely trade with lone humans;

People at outposts and bases usually think rationally and may attack if they realize you are not human. But even with them, you can negotiate.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

[memimic]

Life Burst - Level 4 Abjuration

Unleash a surge of vitality, restoring health, granting vigor, and sparking recovery. Perfect for rallying allies in the thick of battle, this spell turns the tide with a powerful pulse of life itself!

Art by Midjourney

[sheppi-isometrics]

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[ladylofspades]

Hopping on the HPMA OC train! Meet my HPMA OC Catrielle 'Catry' Swan, dancing with her close friend Daniel Page. She's the younger sister of Basilius 'Ilius' Swan and, like her brother, is part of the Slytherin House.

Like her older brother (which will be shown in a separate post), Catry is known for her love of dancing, and wishes to participate in the House Cup Dances.

[systastic]

Maybe an alter or some alters related to the 4 seasons? Any level is fine, preferably level 3 or level 4, but you can pick whatever!

what a fun idea! apologies if it seems short, trying to do all four seasons took a long time and a lotta energy, so we had to park it here for our own sake -🌲

name :: avery, chloé, april, lily, angelica, melanie, chappell, joan, flora, emilie, jolene

age :: 22 to 27

pronouns :: she/her, fleur/fleurs, flor/flora (floraself)

roles :: vernalian, companion

species :: personification of spring

gender identity :: springjenic,

orientation :: bisexual

source :: brainmade, spring season

aesthetic :: bohemian, beach bunny

appearance description :: prim and proper, angelica takes her time with her appearance to ensure it’s perfect on all accounts. her wardrobe is carefully crafted to appear both casual and chic at the same time without exerting any effort when choosing her daily wear. april curls her hair every night while she sleeps to ensure she’ll keep a natural-looking wave for the rest of the day. people often comment on fleur natural beauty and seemingly effortless style, and fleur just laughs; april knows how much time and effort she puts into her look, so it’s funny how people assume it’s easy. flor wardrobe is stuffed full of flower or leaf patterns and freely flowing clothes. the looser it is, the better it looks on flora! she wears nightgowns to sleep and curlers in her hair which has earned some gentle-hearted teasing from her fellow seasons, not that emilie minds all that much.

personality description :: melanie is like one of those aunts that people wish they had: attentive and positive in a non-sickening way, eager to hear about your day, and ensuring a few good moments of physical contact when interacting with someone to show their interest. she lives in a permanent state of bliss fostered by her “attitude of gratitude” and easygoing life. she is chatty and likes to strike up a good conversation with someone else. something good happen lately? earn a big promotion and want someone to tell? need to vent? melanie handles it all with a delicate touch, gentle and soothing like how a mother should be.

likes :: picnics, photography, gentle breezes, flower crowns and garlands, outdoor concerts, herbal flower tea (chamomile is her all-time favorite), antique shops, flea markets, farmer’s markets, things with a delicate or vintage aesthetic, outdoor activities, exploring those cute little rustic towns that are set up to look like the past with actors and all, hand embroidery, sewing patterns into fabric, making collages out of old photos and pictures she takes herself

dislikes :: excessive heat or excessive cold, dead flowers, withering plants, trapped or hurting animals, faux influencers (people who mimic her style for the sole purpose of “being aesthetic”; she finds it dishonest and distasteful), overconsumption and excess plastic waste from unnecessary spending (why buy five reusable cups when one will work just fine?)

front triggers :: springtime, gentle & calming aesthetics, the smell of older houses/clothing, being around people (such as children and older folk)

signoff :: 💐, 🌿, 🌱, or 🌷

mood board :: here

songs for you :: good luck babe! by chappell roan (was stuck in our head while writing up april), grow by conan grey, absolutely smitten by dodie, crush by tessa violet, she wants me (to be loved) by the happy fits, soulmate song by carson james argenna

kins :: elle woods from legally blonde

typing quirk? :: soft words, soft sounds, and soft tone, spring is the queen of run on sentences, she uses commas instead of periods and rarely capitalizes words that aren’t automatically corrected into being proper nouns

art source here

name :: averie, merida, cherri, cheerilee, bliss, marisol (sol), jubilee, sunny, joy, melody, harmony

age :: 17 to 21

pronouns :: she/her, pop/pops

roles :: confidence holder, mood booster

species :: personification of summer

gender identity :: summerestic, vallengender, strawberrymoona

orientation :: summer bisexual, polygamous / lovime

source :: brainmade, summer season

aesthetic :: coconut girl, urbancore

appearance description :: cherri wears bold, bright colors that make a splash no matter what kind of crowd she’s in. she opts for shorter shorts, mini tank tops, and sometimes things that’ll cover her arms and legs to protect the sun. cheerilee slathers her skin in sunscreen every day, giving her skin a sort of glow in the high hours of the afternoon. (and yes, she does use those tan stickers from the 2000s.) she keeps her hair up all the time in some way (ponytail, buns, pigtails) to help get her tan on. scrunchies, cute hair clips, bold earring choices, and sparkly necklaces are her favorite kind of jewelry, being incorporated in just about every outfit she wears so long as the mood is right. (obviously she won’t wear this sort of thing to a fancy event — even if she desperately wants to). jubilee is the kind of gal who would wear a ring pop unironically as a statement piece, and she’s so based for that.

personality description :: unapologetically herself, averie is the definition of a hot girl summer. she’s bright, beautiful, and positively glowing from the inside out, being both a force of nature and a ball of energy rolled up into one being. cherri has the uncanny ability to see the positive side of any situation, spreading her enthusiasm to everyone else through her signature infectious smile. she is known for her boundless energy and her tendency to keep things high-energy no matter the situation. her radiance touches everyone around her and inspires them to be the best version of themselves that they can be. jolene is never one to sit still for long. it's often a challenge for her to remain focused on one thing, as her mind seems to be constantly buzzing with new ideas and fun ideas.

likes :: sweet fruity drinks/cocktails especially the ones served in a cut-up pineapple or coconut, thrill rides, lively music, big crowds, going to live concerts, big bustling cities, live events, being outside in summer no matter how hot it is, going to the beach for any reason at all, tiktok dances, spontaneous trips, funny animal videos, being sent internet posts by friends that they think she’d find funny, wild and energetic people, playing sports, doing her nails, and busting a move at the nightclub

dislikes :: being stuck indoors, low sunlight, the cold, the dark, not being able to see the sun, going back to school, having to do copious amounts of work, depressing memories and sad movies, cloudy grey days (especially when it’s raining outside), shallow and judgmental people who assume things before getting to know a person, getting caught up in someone else’s relationship drama, chipping pops nail polish (so much effort wasted…), and crowds that just won’t get motivated over anything

front triggers :: summertime, heat waves, group events with a big venue, conventions, being at the beach, theme parks

signoff :: ☀️, 🍉, 🌻, or 🍒

mood board :: here

songs for you :: the last of the real ones by fall out boy, maybe by half•alive, i’d rather be me from the mean girls musical, the boy does nothing by alesha dixon, mr. blue sky by electric light orchestra, forbidden feeling by cg5

kins :: heat meiser from the year without santa claus, jenna roland from be more chill

typing quirk? :: so many!! exclamation marks!!! she gets SUPER excited very easily and capitalizes some words for EXAGGERATION!! girlie punctuates her sentences and uses a lot of “text speak” like lol, omg, etc.

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name :: hawthorne, millie, bobby, cassiopeia (cass/cassie), camilla

age :: 10 to 13

pronouns :: she/her, they/them, e/er/ers

roles :: memori, front buddy, info manager

species :: personification of autumn

gender identity :: autumnic, rainyrooftopic, autumnnosic, corvautumnaesic, foliagic, fantasmookean, celafem

orientation :: sapphic, lith/akiosexual

source :: brainmade, autumn season

aesthetic :: Christian girl autumn, tweencore

appearance description :: cass can typically be seen wearing casual clothing that is vaguely nineties themed (specifically the nerdy reclusive girls of that time period or the pre-transformation of disney channel girls). e opts for long pants and a pullover or jacket that can be removed if the weather is warmer than normal. camilla prefers neutral colors along with shades of brown and green; the more natural they are, the better suited they are for eir wardrobe. the reason for their longer clothes is simple: they prefer spending time outdoors during autumn, watching the leaves fall from the trees and gather on the ground. keeping their wardrobe simple helps to reduce the amount of laundry they need to do — though it would be a lie to say that bobby doesn’t like laying on her warm laundry when it’s pulled from the dryer.

personality description :: reserved and not one to act first, instead choosing to think over her actions to be triply sure of what she wants to do. compared to the other seasons, she’s a total wallflower: speaking up in the midst of a heavy or intense situation is the opposite of what she’d ever be willing to do. hawthorn much prefers to leave her mark in others situations by providing gentle support for those who are lonely. one of the benefits of being the invisible one is being able to pull a whole bunch of small pranks without ever being suspected of it. (nice pranks, though. camilla doesn’t want to be cruel.)

likes :: halloween, spooky decorations, telling scary stories with friends, pumpkins, sweaters, curling up with a good book, warm tea, socializing with the stray cats that she seems to attract, snuggling on the couch, sitting in a comfortable chair (especially one that rocks, those are er favorite), watching movies both on her own time and with her friends and family, and consuming Halloween-themed media (it’s er favorite!)

dislikes :: too much heat, too much cold, being called a basic white girl for their love of pumpkin spice (it isn’t their fault pumpkin spice is the best flavor!), accidental cuts from pumpkin carving, being called “geeky”, relentless teasing over er interests, people who won’t listen, overly energetic people who can’t seem to settle down, being forced out of er comfort zone without any warning, disrupting er thoughts, when e says hi to someone and they don’t say hi back, hangnails, paper cuts, and people forcing er to change er plans for the day without warning

front triggers :: fall season, quiet rooms to herself, pumpkin spice drinks, and reading in a quiet library on one’s own

signoff :: 🍂, 🍁, 🥮, or 📔

mood board :: here

songs for you :: sinners by lauren aquilina, innocently annoying by elysewood, be calm by fun, ship in a bottle by fin, bad body double by imogen heap, rule #1 - magic by fish in a birdcage

kins :: rory gilmore from the gilmore girls

typing quirk? :: proper sentences with accurate punctuation. she types like your grandma who’s a stickler for punctuation would. does not use emojis, doesn’t like capital letters, and has to double check to ensure every word is spelled right.

art source here

name :: marquis, chione*, aneira, eirwen, eira, scylla, freya*, ice queen

age :: on the older side of twenty, almost hitting her thirties

pronouns :: she/her, hal/hael (haelself)

roles :: emotional guardian, absorber therapist (can take other people’s excess bad emotions and “freeze” it to be dealt with later or by another alter)

species :: personification of winter

gender identity :: winterfrost, winteress, yukinic, neigean,

orientation :: sapphic, sex repulsed

source :: brainmade, winter season

aesthetic :: winter fairy coquette

appearance description :: radiant and regal in both stature, appearance, and vibe. chione stands tall and elegant, her presence commanding attention with an air of regal authority. her skin glows with an ethereal, frosty radiance reminiscent of freshly fallen snow under moonlight. long, silvery-white hair cascades down her back shimmering like icicles in the sun, often adorned with delicate frost-like ornaments or put up in an ornately crafted hairstyle. her attire features intricate patterns of snowflakes and ice crystals. hael’s clothing of choice is both practical and elegant, combining flowing layered fabrics that flow freely in the air with more structured elements like frozen ice.

personality description :: marquis knows her own self worth and will accept nothing less than what she deserves. like a winter storm, she can be bitter cold to the people who treat her like garbage; freya know haels worth and refuses to tolerate disrespect. her demeanor can shift from serene calm to fierce intensity of a winter storm, especially towards those who wrong her. she embodies the dual nature of winter itself: beautiful but formidable. those who earn her favor will be granted access and safe passage through her headspace as well as protection from the everlasting freeze. beneath this icy exterior lies a heart that values kindness, loyalty, and protection. hael cherishes moments of warmth, finding joy in acts of giving and cozy candlelight in the cold.

likes :: snow, nipping cold, ice skating, the spirit of giving, candlelight, presents, making her opinion known, standing up for herself, having a say in matters, being seen as a kind and just person, being true to her morals no matter what happens, and ice carving (especially if she can be creative with it!)

dislikes :: being seen as evil or without a heart, excessive heat, people who wear their hearts on their sleeve (don’t they realize just how dangerous it is to do that? don’t they care about protecting themselves?), nosy people, being teased or mocked for her opinions

front triggers :: wintertime, bitter cold chills, ice skating, snowstorms, and christmas carols

signoff :: ❄️, 🌨️, 🧊, or ⛸️

mood board :: here

songs for you :: true north by vocal line, child of ashes by madds buckley, devil on my shoulder by faith marie, mirror mirror by juniper vale, aha! by imogen heap, a lady by tally hall

kins :: the winter spirit from frozen 2 (the original one, not elsa!), the ice queen from folklore and fairy tales

typing quirk? :: Similar to Fall, but capitalizes her sentences. She does use emojis — but they’re the autocorrect kind. 😅 At least she can get the point across. Can be a bit crisp and cold with people she views as potential threats.

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* = name of a god, use with caution!

[norbezjones]

24 Days of Gift-Giving: Seven Nights

(Catching up on posting!  I’ll post today’s [Day 8’s] story either tonight or tomorrow morning!)

Happy December, everyone!

So, @creativepromptsforwriting is doing a writing thing called “24 Days of Gift-Giving” where each day of December has a prompt, so I figured it would be fun to write something up for each prompt!  Feel free to participate too, if you’d like!  It could be a fun writing game!

Like usual, I will be doing these for the characters of my story Romance The Backrooms, a liminal space otome with 5 main love interests. 

Today’s Prompt: Seven Nights, “It was the middle of the night, when the ringing of the phone woke them up.”

Characters: Zenobos & Carla (the main character)

Other Info: This takes place in the backrooms.  Zenobos & Carla have been separated from the group and are trying to find their way back to the others.  They have stopped to rest for the night.

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The sound of a ringing telephone pierced through Zenobos’s sleep.  He looked around Level 4, blinking as he oriented himself, trying to locate the source of the noise.  It was coming from down the hall. . .

Carla was still fast asleep.  So Zenobos got up from the floor and left the cubicle they had made their sleeping quarters, walking down the hall and getting closer to the ringing.  Finally, he found the source of the sound: it was a telephone in a different cubicle, not a modern office one, but an old rotary model.

Zenobos gulped, then picked up the phone, bringing it to his ear.  “H-Hello?” he stammered.

“I’m coming for you,” an overly sweet voice said, laughing.  “Just wait.  I’ll be there soon.”

With that, they hung up with a click.

Zenobos put the phone down and raced back to Carla, shaking her awake.  “We have to go,” he said, helping her up.

“Did something happen?” she asked. “Something’s after us,” Zenobos explained.  He grabbed his backpack from the floor and took out a sealed bottle of Liquid Pain.  “Come on.  We have to hurry.”

@creativepromptfills

[bunnimarae]

SPOILERS

This little riddle he's got going on has me thinking.. Since there are 3 options for both.. Makes me wonder if it depends on our choices this far or... Do we have more choices ahead of us?.. What do y'all think??

[mo79zz]

Imagery Experiments 1

I have been really really struggling creating images for this project. Even after scouring every edge of Pinterest for inspiration I still have no ideas or motivation to create anything. These are my first attempts at creating anything for this project, both liked and disliked pieces included (basically all disliked)

I wanted to attempt collaging images after inspiration from the image making workshop at the start of the term, but work digitally as I didn’t have the facilities to work physically at time of creation. I had the idea to cover the ladies mouth and have a hand grabbing at her as a way to show consumerism. I used a newspaper article about fast fashion as the background and added a threshold to it so it was all black and white. I hand-wrote on top of the torso of the woman and used a statistic to emphasise the consumerism and its impact on workers. I also experimented with adding in cutouts of clothing items behind but I don’t like this as much.

As further experimentation and trying something I had never done before - I did a one line/continuous line drawing of the above woman to see how it would look. I like the outcome but not on its own. The drawing is too fine and detailed to be added on top of an image as it wouldn’t become visible so I did no further experiments with this one

For this one I played around with two images - one was a photograph of Blue Pool and one was of piles of clothes in landfill. I tried out layering the two on top of eachother using different blend modes (right) and using different cutout shapes (right) but neither I like.

This was a good means of experimentation but I need some more attempts as none of these are worthy of being put into a magazine.

[grasqurt]

[cardarchive]

ICEJADE TINOLA

You can send 1 card from your hand to the GY, then target 1 WATER monster in your GY; send this card from the field to the GY, and if you do, Special Summon the targeted monster. If a face-up WATER monster(s) you control is destroyed by battle or card effect, while this card is in your GY: You can banish this card; Special Summon 1 "Icejade" monster from your hand or GY, except "Icejade Tinola". You can only use each effect of "Icejade Tinola" once per turn.

[nogacheloveka-blog]

The Bad Sanses somehow ended up in the Backrooms. №10

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This is the translation of the another post from Russian to English. I understand English, but it is very difficult for me to write in English, so I asked chat GPT to help me. I have corrected some parts, but there still may be mistakes.

I think I'm getting lazy: they're so small on such a big space, Nightmare and Error are hidden. But I'm happy with the picture I made.

And haha, a little celebration. 10 pictures!

I really hope my English skills are enough to properly convey what's happening here=)

After some time, the group had to leave the hospitality of Temmy (Nightmare could finally breathe out with relief. The positive energy that was so overwhelming for him was finally bearable). The level 4 was safe enough, just like the level 0, with the exception of natural light sources like windows. The weather on the other side of the glass would sometimes change. No monsters or people were met on their way. No people or monsters were met for most of the time.

As always, Error sent his strings ahead of the group to know what was waiting for them. Nightmare's sensitivity to auras of negative emotions was decreasing, which was unpleasant. But this could be explained by the distortion of space in this place and, what was even more worrying, the absence of refreshment. Thanks to the group and occasional negative coming through the pipes, Nightmare didn't have to worry about his survival. But this was nothing compared to the refreshment of the whole multiverse. He was already feeling less aggressive and egoistic. At first, this was part of the survival strategy, and now it was starting to sink in deeper.

All these small external changes. All these internal changes. He was a little concerned that he didn't notice anything similar in the others.

During the time they were idle, Error started knitting himself a new scarf. He was deeply wounded by how foolishly he had lost his previous scarf, unable to stay focused for long and appearing even more agitated after his attempts. The tangled yarn was thrown away in a long drawer of one of the computer tables.

Killer was hiding. His absence looked very strange, but Error was keeping an eye on him (thanks to the blue thread in his zip-up jacket, Error knew that Killer was actively crafting something ).

Dust Horror and Cross were systematically organizing the records. From time to time, Error joined them (observing how Destroyer could do creative teamwork was quite fascinating). Nightmare checked the work done. While doing this, he even managed to recognize some unsigned maps from the notebook he had bought from Temmy.

At last, the paperwork was finished. Nightmare tried to map the route, but was disappointed by some contradictions in the information he had received. Some levels were reached through a mysterious "noclip". (Even after the explanation from Error, this way of moving seemed unreliable). Sometimes the exits and entrances on some levels didn't match what was indicated on other levels. He concluded that it would be much easier to find ways to freely move to levels-crossroads than to move one level after another.

However, it was clear that in this place, there were familiar things to all the Sanses "shortcuts": people who couldn't control this phenomenon, described it as touching objects that would take them to some levels or places. This was useful. It seemed that this dimension had taken some pieces of AU or a couple of original timelines. (It seemed artificial.)

Also, it was worth reconsidering one's attitude towards supplies. Previously, all the Almond Water was collected for Horror, Cross, and Killer, who needed food the most. Even though Dust didn't feel hungry (which worried everyone), he sometimes took water from Cross. According to new data, they all should drink it from time to time. This became a problem. But so far, there were no issues with finding Almond Water.

They lingered long enough in one place, it was time to continue their journey. Their goal now was

to find the old staircase and reach level 5.

Just simple wandering as before. The bad guys bid farewell to the Temmy store location.

Along the way, they encountered worn rooms with flickering lights, spacious coworking spaces with the constant hum of computers and the ghostly sound of keys clacking, empty rooms flooded with light from panoramic windows. On one of the local nights, they even saw a full moon. The journey seemed safe.

Until Error's strings stumbled upon what they all didn't want to find.

A warm, tall body containing a human soul. Reflexively, Error pulled on the strings towards himself, as he had done before, but almost immediately stopped, alerting the group to his discovery. Almost immediately, the strings touched several more people, apparently drawn by the cries for help from their captured comrade.

Error rarely encountered adult people (children were enough of a hassle), so he didn't overreact to Nightmer's suggestion to observe their opponents for the first time and then disappear.

The room where they were looked empty at first glance, but Nightmare and Error found a hidden place behind decorative panels on the ceiling. The rest of the group hid in the shadows of columns and the room wrapped in blue strings.

For a while, no one showed up. Then, cautiously emerging from around the corner, heavily armed men appeared. They carefully scanned the area, gradually moving along the room. The group of people maintained silence and communicated through gestures, unseen by the skeletons. Only the faint creaking and metallic clinking of their gear gave away their presence.

During this time, Nightmare studied the emotions of the people. They fed him fear with a bitter taste of hope. They were scared of the new and unknown, yet somehow it also made them hopeful for something. Digging deeper, Nightmare sensed their very light and delicate madness, similar to Error's madness when he first emerged from the Antivoid. However, people seemed to handle it much better or had grown accustomed to this state. Nightmare realized that their group could potentially exploit this in the future.

Fortunately, there was no trace of magic in these people. Their DETERMINATION was no greater than usual for humans. Yet there was still something inexplicable about them... In the multiverse, there were AU's consisting entirely of humans. This dimension-killer was made up of AU's in part. But these people. There was something absolutely off about them. They seemed denser. It reminded him of Horror, whose bones were mostly made of real bone tissue, not magic like the others.

Error observed the movements of the people, not to pay attention to thoughtful Nightmer. He really wanted the fight to begin. T0 h3 W1N aga1n.

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Error went into reboot. Nightmer removed his hand from the face of the Destroyer. It seemed like the only right decision. Quite rough, but effective. He failed to notice the escalation of Error's mental problems and should have left this place as quickly as possible while they all still had time. Now definitely was not the time to provoke a fight.

The piercingly loud screech from Error caused a flash of fear in the frozen group of people. And Nightmare fanned this flash into a flame of panic. Someone among human group screamed, dropping something. Someone ran with a loud sound. Someone pressed against the glass, from where the "sun" light poured, wildly surveying the room. Bustle began, in which Nightmare's subordinates slipped forward, and he, taking Error with him, teleported.

Fragments of blue threads swayed behind them, causing another flash of horror at their backs.

Nightmare belongs to Jokublog Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale Horror belongs to Sour-Apple-Studios Error belongs to CrayonQueen Cross belongs to JakeiArtwork

[magic-belodie]

Miraculous Rise Of The Sphinx Level 4 Game 3.0 3 Stars Is Online!

[poupeesdecirque]

Boxopening AND Chest Mod - Coralreef / Whale Island Body

So on monday the body for the Lvl 4 Akuma arrived and as I opened the box I was ...

greeted by massive tits. Not joking here. I sat in front of that box for 10 minutes before I texted my best friend that I hope this is a mistake. But ... no idea how brain afk I was back then I had ordered the big chest version.

Long story short: I hate dolls with big chests and the Lvl 4 has one side completely flat and the other is very small. It took me another 20 minutes to get myself to unbox the rest of the body.

To be honest the only time worse than this unboxing was as I got a wrong doll. But this time it was indeed my fault.

There was nothing I was happy about I just threw everything somewhere as I had no idea anymore.

I don't want to argue about "how pretty" this is, it's just something I can't have in my household as it triggers several points for me, partially even disgust and my own body dysphoria, so no discussion here.

I tried back and forth, trying to deal with my mental health escalating on this situation.

In the end I tried modding (or to start the mod) by hand but it's just a huge chunk of resin to deal with. THis was 1 hour in. YOu see it's barely a dent in it.

I put it aside and I can't say the following days were good on me. (Putting stress at work aside which already took a toll on me), in the middle of the night I decided to order a rotary tool to mod this without taking 3 weeks for it.

So this was another 45 minutes in. This time with more power.

Leading to another 30 minutes while my oven cooked my dinner.

Aaaand after one more hour:

It needs sanding but I can actually work with this.

Overall my luck is that the Akuma needs quite a bunch of mods anyways ... but not checking the chest size.... you see even with over a decade in the hobby you can be stupid.

[sheppi-isometrics]

📜New creature spreadsheet made for the Scarecrow.

"A ramshackle collection of materials in a human shape, the scarecrow construct is indistinguishable from a normal scarecrow until it slowly creaks to life. As it animates, its carved pumpkin or sackcloth face bursts into eldritch flame, sending fear creeping into the air around it. (...) When a scarecrow is created, it must be anointed with a drop of its creator's blood into each of its eyes, however, once a scarecrow is destroyed, the blood leaks back out from its eyes, but the portion of the creator's soul never returns."

—Source: Archives of Nethys Remastered ∙ Monster Core pg. 297

Sketches for my "gothic project" tokens :3